A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

Evans was born at 3:10

one who picked the

there was a simple building with windows

here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of

all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it would still be

by the window, looking outside. His thin stature made the

had almost given

still alive. He had lived two months longer than

a glass of water and medicine

the medicine,” Peter reminded

Mark seemed like he had not

the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very

when he heard

the year, the Evans Gardon would always be

her favorite food,” Mark

“How

this, he began to

stopped and

yesterday, he had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never

I better not call her,” he said

to give Cecilia too

Nevertheless, he stepped forward

“Please take your medicine.

some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you

medicines from him and

on the bed, and a nurse came

done, Mark looked sideways at the

got weaker and weaker

for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was

hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he

doctor had almost

alive. He had lived two months

with a glass

to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a low

seemed like he had not

murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day.

when he heard

time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook

also her favorite food,”

what to say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The

he began to fumble in

he stopped and shook his

her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew

call her,”

didn’t have to give

sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed

“Please take your medicine.

some pumpkin pies. You can have

from him and swallowed them without a

nurse came in

was done, Mark

got weaker

Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time,

Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia was

much like that of

at him secretly for a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when

Cecilia in his dream was so

gently stroked his face,

this point, Mark

walls of the hospital room were white,

closed his

felt he needed to have

cold all over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia was

had probably gone to buy the

a plump foreign nurse was in the

wanted to return home. He missed his

in the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which was where he used to live

knew he couldn’t

he would never give up as long

if Cecilia still continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive

was determined to stay strong and fight his

finding it difficult to

the bed and started to make paper planes. He knew how much Edwin

when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get to Czanch in

go

silly boy. Mark’s pale fingers trembled as he thought of

came back to the

on his way,

just in time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to his boss with a

just then, he saw the paper planes Mark

neatly arranged the paper planes and smiled at him, “Okay

have some of your pumpkin

only actually took

more

putting it in his mouth, he put

eyes and looked

back home and have a family reunion,” he said

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course you will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could

it, Mark’s phone rang.

around 4

looked at the caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t say

you,” Peter urged in a

broke into

silly boy,” he

It

sounded

Mark heard him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name is

had given birth to a girl that had been

held the phone trembled so violently that he

brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses you

Mark closed his eyes.

a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

said, “Mark, no

the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark

of his life. He

and

never even dared to ask to speak to

standing in the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one or two words that

“What happened?” he asked.

a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia

hear this and he did a fist pump in

great,” he said with a

the first day of

stroke one of the paper planes he

fly back home to see

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glance would be

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